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Welcome to DPD!

The DPD Project is a thematic mix-CD project created by music geeks and best friends Chris Diamond, Chris Prokop, and Michael Darpino.

Each CD in the project has a theme that ties the songs on it together. For every theme we each pick five songs that we feel best represent it. The collected fifteen songs are then mixed together in alternating order based on our last names. The songs that end up on DPD are meant to be the very best songs for their particular theme.

We write liner notes for each song to explain why we picked it for that theme. The project has grown into a sort of musical memoir over the years since music has been and still is such a huge part of our lives.

Most Recent Discs:

Title	Catalog	Songs	Date
Instrument: Keyboards-Piano-Organs	DPD: 082	15	November 2nd, 2011
Song Usage in Movies and TV	DPD: 081	15	April 18th, 2009
Three of a Perfect Pair	DPD: 080	15	July 26th, 2008
Colors	DPD: 079	15	May 31st, 2008
Time Piece	DPD: 078	15	September 28th, 2007

Random DPD Pick:

Isolation
by: Chrome
from: Red Exposure

Picked By: darpino
For: DPD: 013 - Solitude

As with most Chrome songs I can hardly understand what they are singing here. But with the handy sample at the start of the track and the name of the track and the eerie sounding music these guys crank out, I can make a pretty good guess at what they were going for here.

I imagine the original astronauts going through training. Some pencil-neck geek lab coat type marches to the front of the room. Sneering at him are the best physical specimens the Navy and Airforce could provide. Between ridicule and insults the PNG explains that today is sensory deprivation testing. Each astronaut will be submerged in a soundproof lightproof tank filled with a viscous fluid warmed to 98.6 degrees and left floating there for eight hours.

"All we gotta do to pass is float there! Ha!" The room busts up in laughter as the PNG leads the men to their tanks. At the end of the day after eight hours of returning to the womb, being cut off from all stimuli and being haunted by their own fear, guilt and imagination the astronauts are screaming to be let out. Now it is the pencil neck geek who is smiling.

For those who are not used to it, solitude can be torture. For others, it is a way of life.

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